I rarely share photos of the signs we get.. but wanted to share the one above. It was the night before her birthday. A night Tony and I should have been planning ways to show her our love for her.. Instead she sent us her love.. some from Mommy and some for Daddy.
Our birthday trip minus the birthday girl.
She was born in Sacramento. It is a great town with so much to do for our aged kids. We missed her.. terribly.. but we made memories with our living babies while we grieved the one missing.
A giant yellow bridge near our hotel. We explored the whole area.
They have a impressive train museum. This was waiting to get on a real train!
On the train
Wearing a volunteers hat!
Jonathan wanted to take our picture and Nicholas ran over to be in it. My favorite picture of us and Nicholas to date.
We found a huge park
If only a wisher could really work.
A lot of time on this trip I was bitter that we didn’t get more time.. That we never got the promised honeymoon period. I saw reminders of how it could have been everywhere. .. Handicap entrance to the pool.. Jonathan gravitating to the handicap swing. .. I wish I had gotten the time.
We each got chances to snuggle in bed with each other.
They found heart shaped leaves
We stayed out late one night.. The kids loved being out in the dark
A place called Fairytale land! They got to run and be free. While waiting for them I noticed name plaques on the benches.. Kids.. disturbingly comforting.. I said their names.
My daughters.. one in my arms and one in a symbol
Tony lost the keys. He had to go back to find them. I made him take a pic afterwards since its ALWAYS me that does that!
We went to a art place…They had everything you could imagine.. paint,.. dress up.. blocks… clay.
We found Nicholas’ twin in the puppet area
Outside they had baby doll baths. She is a mini mommy.. a mini Jennifer. She loves baby dolls.
He painstakingly and proudly painted every inch of his paper
Had to shop here. .. They made Nicholas put on a shirt!
This was waiting for us when we got home.
For the rest of our lives. . this is us. This is what childhood cancer does 7 times a day .
Forever you will be missed.
…until there is a cure…